How My Life Became A Modern Day Shakespere Play

Chapter One

Cammie Pov

My name is Cammie Morgan. I'm head cheerleader, captain of the dance team, student council president, straight A student, and president of drama club, HBIC. Aka the most popular girl in school. Now, before you even think about it, no. I am not one of those mean popular girls. People actually like me because I'm nice, thankyouverymuch. Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering how my life became a modern day Shakespeare play. Well I got two words for you.

Zachary. Goode.

Yeah, you read right. Zachary Goode, captain of the football team, star quarterback, student body president, straight A student, and president of art club, HDIC. Aka the most popular guy in school. And people like him because he's nice (and hot) too. Well, sort of. He's mostly a cocky and arrogant asshole but aren't all boys? I'm sure you're like, if you're the most popular girl and he's the most popular guy, shouldn't you two be dating? Right? Wrong.

Zach Goode and I are NOT and never will be DATING. I hate him, and he hates me. (At least that's what I thought.) Why? Well the Morgan and Goode families have hated each other for generations. Yeah. Generations.

It was like a curse. No matter what, one Goode and one Morgan from that time would find a way to hate each other. Not necessarily immediately- it could take years. But trust me, they always find a reason, no matter how stupid or petty it may seem, there's always a reason.

It all started way back when...

Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandma Morgan was dating Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpappy Goode (why the hell did I say Grandpappy...?). It was a great love filled relationship that lasted three years, but in their senior year Great Grandma Morgan found out that Great Grandpappy Goode had cheated on her with her older sister Lacey. Apparently, when Great Grandpappy Goode was saying he was going on road trips with his cousins he was really flying out from Virginia to see Lacey in California. Great Grandma Morgan found out when she flew to Cali to surprise her big sister only to find Lacey making out with the Goode boy. Lacey and Grandma Morgan couldn't hate each other because Lacey didn't know he was already seeing someone, much less her little sister. If she had, she never would have let it happen. But Great Grandpappy Goode was in for a rude awakening when he got dumped by both of the Morgan sisters and told to burn in hell.

After that historic event, (some Morgans think it was part of what caused world war one) the story was passed on and the families were destined to find a reason to hate each other. The Morgans were destined to be proud, powerful and pure while the Goodes were fated to be tempered, taunting and thoughtless.

In high school, Zach's mom Catherine trashed my mom's new Cadillac my dad had gotten her for her 16th birthday on senior prank night so Mom put jelly in her car. Plus, she stole a very expensive necklace that Catherine's boyfriend had given her since Mom's car was given to her by her boyfriend. It was only fair. Let's just say Catherine was pissed. Mom still has the necklace too. In middle school, my dad told Catherine's brother off for bullying my mom and let's just say Dad wasn't the one that ended up with the broken nose. However, us Morgans being Morgans, destined to be pure hearted and all, we did feel bad when Jake, Catherine's brother, died due to a drunk truck driver when I was around 10.

Zach and I hadn't found our reason to hate each other yet, I mean, the only interaction we had was sneers of "Morgan" and "Goode" and glares from across the hall but besides that we had no reason to want to kill the other. But trust me, we would find a reason.

Anyway, I think you get it. Goodes=Evil and Morgans=Good. Goode's hate Morgans and Morgans hate Goodes. It's just how things work. Right? Right. But that whole cycle was messed up before senior year...

"Cameron, put on the outfit or I ask Bex to help you." Macey held the clothes towards me and I made a big show of sighing as I went into the bathroom to change.

I removed my sweats, slipping into the 3 inch ripped denim shorts and the royal blue crop top, stepping back out into my room, an annoyed expression written on my face.

My friends clapped and squealed.

"You look amazing!" Liz exclaimed.

"I look like a slut." My hands rested on my hips as I glared at no one in particular.

"Oh, come on Cam. You're the most popular girl in school and we're about to be seniors. Put on your leather jacket and loosen up a bit." Bex encouraged, her accent thick from a recent visit to London as she handed me my cropped leather jacket.

Sighing again, I took it and slipped it on, shaking my hair out. And that's when the real prepping began. My waist length sunflower blonde hair was curled and left down, my make-up was natural besides mascara, eyeliner and Rosy-Posy pink lipstick. Macey had me wear black chic ankle strap heels and a spiked bracelet.

Bex wore a short black dress that complemented her curves and straightened her hair, pairing it with white heels like mine. Liz wore a pink dress that was tight at the top but puffed out at her waist with white cowgirl boots, her golden hair in tight curls that bounced around her shoulders. Macey being Macey, she wore a red shorts with a black bandeau crop top, a black flannel tied around her waist, black high heel boots to match, her hair in a tight half up half down.

Good news. As the most popular girls in school, we had no choice but to go to the end of summer party meaning we had an excuse to look super hot. Bad news. Zachary- FUCKING -Goode was hosting it. At his house. And we had to go otherwise it was social suicide.

But that didn't stop me from getting in my car and driving to his mansion, my friends and I singing along to the radio.

When we got there the party was in full swing- couples were making out on the lawn, dorks were talking about weird stuff in the corners, the music was booming and almost everyone was drunk.

I was drunk in less than an hour and people kept coming up to me. I danced and talked with people I knew and took selfies but soon I was grinding on some guy. He didn't care, I mean he was shit face drunk too.

He turned me around in his arms and wrapped his arms around my waist before pressing his lips to mine. Some guy I couldn't recognize because I was wasted was kissing me and I was kissing back. His lips were soft but at the same time rough and hard. I threaded my fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss, moulding my lips with his, allowing his tongue to snake into my mouth. It felt like fire wherever we touched and soon I was backed against a wall, his hands gripping my hips.

He pressed his lips harder to mine and I moaned into his mouth. Soon, a door was opened and we moved inside the room. And, well I'm sure you could guess what happened next.

I woke up with my head on someone's chest and that someone's arms around me. No matter how comfortable I felt, when I glanced around the room, I started to remember what had happened the night before and what I saw in the room...well, let's just say I panicked.

Football helmet...

Trophies...

Paintings...

Art utensils...

Extraordinary report cards...

Winning ball...

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." I jumped from the bed and upon realizing I was naked, I grabbed the closest piece of clothing near me. First was my bra, then my underwear and my shorts...But I couldn't find my shirt! Groaning, I picked up the closest thing to me which was one of his t-shirts that said Blackthorne Institute on the front. Pulling it over my head, I couldn't help but notice how good it smelt.

The guy in the bed got up, pulled on some jeans and my suspicions were confirmed. I had just slept with Zach Goode. I slept with Zach Goode. I SLEPT WITH ZACH GOODE.

When we turned and faced each other, we both spoke at the same time.

"Fuck."

Then I snapped out of my trance. I moved towards the door and slid on my heels.

"Wait- Cammie!" Zach called after me.

I turned to him. "Something tells me we won't be forgetting about this in a while because you have scratches and hickies, I have bruises and hickies but here's how this is going to go. I will go home and hang out with my friends after I nurse this hangover, you will go play football with your friends or something, and we go back to hating each other. We forget this night ever happened, kay?"

Without giving him a chance to answer, I left the room and bolted down the stairs.

"That's my shirt, you know!" He yelled.

"Fuck off, Zachary!" I shouted just before I walked out the door. The girls took my car home so I just started walking in the direction to my house, dialing Macey.

"What the hell, Cam?! I have a hangover, I'm tired, and I'm pretty sure you have a thousand other things to do besides calling me!" She exclaimed into the phone.

"Macey, I just slept with Zach Goode and I need a ride!" I yelled at her.

"Did you just say you slept with Zach Goode? Where are you, I'm coming."

And a few minutes later her car appeared in front of me and I climbed in.

"So what's this I hear about you sleeping with Zach Goode?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I rubbed my aching temple. "Macey, I don't want to talk about Zach right now. We're just gonna go back to hating each other and forget about this."

"Sure. Yeah. Okay." She looked at the road, a sly smile on her face.

I glanced at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"What's what supposed to mean?" She asked innocently.

"That. That thing you're doing. You're doing that thing." Okay, what in the world Cam? That made no sense whatsoever.

"What thing? I'm not doing any thing."

I sighed, turning away from her. "Whatever. Just forget it."

Oh, Cammie.

I leaned my head on the cool glass of the window, watching as a light rain started to fall, trying to get thoughts of Zach's hands roaming my body out of my mind.

What are you going to do now?